The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-07
Under THE WHITE ROSE.
BY QUEEN BEE.

lew udyo III %NdohNhio Oii Jul iObuih
from the Exposition. After visiting
all the points ofinterest in and around
the city, we concluded to take run
down to Muriresboro, and see for our
selves the place "where the battle was
fought" the cemetery in which sixteen
thousand OF our brave soldiers are
quietly resting. ! tell you the simple
story OF one brave heart that rests
beneath q lovely white rose bush.
Uncle had remained silent for some
time; a far-away expression rested
upon his face, his thoughts evidently
running back over the days OF his
youth, and on down to that terrible
day OF the battle that proved fatal
to the brave hearts underneath the sod
on which we stood.
Suddenly recalling himself, he said:
"Helen, let us sit down on the grass
and will tell you a story. A true
one if you would like to hear it," /
most willingly expressed my desire to
listen. And he related this simple
story that touched me as never story
had done before
This, Us have told you, is Cousin
Leonard's grave. Some way I have
always blamed myself for his body
resting here. One day in the early
spring, I sat writing as usual in my
little office, for was that most ''put
upon" OF all mortals, reporter for a
daily paper, but the daylight had
faded into twilight, making it impos-
sible for me to continue writing.
put aside my papers, and crossing the
room, seated myself beside cousin
Len" as we always called him.
lie had entered while was writing,
and for fear OF making me furious"
as he said, he quietly laid down on the
lounge to "await my pleasure" What
a grand man! As he lay there he look
ed like the model for a sleeping Her
cules.
His tall, powerful figure, his bold
handsome features, shaded by crisp,
short curls OF dark brown, his long
black eyelashes lyingnow on his cheek,
were each and all perfect in their beau
ty. As | stood looking down upon
him and thinking maa like Cousin
Len is surely the noblest work OF all
Gods creatures, l felt that even in
him there was something wanting, and
longed for something to arouse him,
something that would throw the fire
OF action and resolution into this
grand and noble brain.
STOPPING down / shook him, saying
as did so, get up, old fellow, / am
ready now to entertain or be enter
tanned"
We'll, old Scratchaway, have you
actually finished that everlasting pen
scratching? Beautiful music to listen
tol Why don't you take life easy,
Merv?"
Because ] can't. 1t is all very
we'll for you. lord OF broad acres and
countless money bags besides, but ]
must work" N'i tl" Poi
loved this cousin dearly, but his
incident, easy lie always irritated
me when / was tired out with the "ev-
erlasting scratching as he termed it.
often found myself comparing his
lite OF ease with my life OF toll. This
feeling had strong hold on me just
then, and said, somewhat sharply:
ITO turn the question table, why
don'tyou quit this idle. eood-for-noth-
ing life, and do somethingG"
'FThere is nothing that / can do,
positively NOTHING" and he yawned
as il the very mention OF work tired
him.
"Knock around and find some
thing"
whats the user Haven't been
everywhere, and actually passed a per
feet mertyrdom OF stage coaches and
railroads, at home and abroad. Why,
| even went to Fort Leavenworth,
hoping to find work there, and how
was it7 the Indians made tracks when
they heard was coming, and when !
got there all was quiet and | had moth
ing to do but come back here and tor
ment you, cousin mine"
"But Len"
"Now don't know all you're going
to say. ought to take NOR interest
in life, in politics, for instance, but for
the life OF me / never can tell which
man to 90 for. i ought, in short, to
be anything in the world but the lazy,
useless sinner that am, bat can't,
so there's an end to it."
abandoned the field, as ! always
did, sienced. but not convinced. l
knew so we'll the fund OF good under